Chapter 41

Black Lamborghini!

White lightning!

Twenty eight charred bodies!

Three pieces of information linked together, forming a cloud of terror.

Sidney had only one idea in his heart: to run as fast as he could, and as far as he could, he was one of the few people who knew the truth of that night.

The owner of the black Lamborghini is not Batman, but a stranger who has never met. This man is ruthless and merciless. Twenty eight corpses are the best witness.

"How did you meet him?"

Sidney clenched his teeth and stepped on the gas. BMW roared like a beast and sped down the street at a speed of more than 140 yards.

At this time, it was not late at night, and there were many vehicles on the road.

Sidney's heart almost reached his throat as he watched the lights sweep back. He had never driven so fast.

Luke in the back frowns. Sidney controls the economic context of the Falcone family. He is a big fat fish that is hard to find in the world. If he dies in a car accident, who can argue with him.

No way! He must be captured alive!

After several consecutive turns, Lamborghini disappeared from the rearview mirror.

Sidney was a little relieved, but the accelerator didn't release. He drove to the airport at a very high speed, and his private plane stopped at the airport. As long as he got on the plane, Batman and Lamborghini's owners could not help themselves.

Soon, the airport arrived.

Sidney got out of the car and, while dragging his luggage, called the driver to get him ready to take off.

At this time, the ear sounded the rapid whistling.

Bang!

Sidney couldn't dodge. He scraped his right shoulder by the door and rolled several times on the ground. He didn't stop until he hit the steps.

The pain came from all over his body. His right arm was dislocated and his ribs were broken. Sidney opened his mouth and let out a silent cry. He felt like he was going to die.

"Hello! Are you all right, sir? Shall I take you to the hospital? "

When a familiar and strange voice came, Sidney forced himself to turn around. When he saw the too young face, his cheeks began to twitch,

"Lu Luke Shaw

"It's me. I didn't expect to meet you here."

As he spoke, Luke searched himself to make sure he had no weapons on him, and then dragged the old man's trouser legs back.

"The greatest advantage of me is honesty. Therefore, I especially hate those people who don't keep their word. Mr. Sidney, you are a Jew. How can a Jew not be honest? If you agree to give us $300 million, you will only give us $30 million, but there is still a gap of 270 million. If you don't give us money, how can a person go? Don't you think so?"

"Don't worry, I'm very kind. I haven't killed chicken since I was a child. As long as you give me money, we can discuss everything."

Sidney opened his mouth and wanted to beg for mercy. When he caught a glimpse of the black Lamborghini stopping at the side of the road, his eyes turned gray.

Why?

Why did God do this to me.

……

The clock struck twelve times in a row.

Midnight is coming, and the worried young master hasn't come back yet.

Alfred sat in an underground base full of weapons and equipment, his face full of worry.

For the elderly, staying up late is the worst choice, but he has no choice. He has to sit here tonight until Bruce Wayne comes back.

Time in the tick tick tick sound slowly passed, the old man also quietly closed his eyelids.

In the room illuminated by the headlight, an old man with gray hair sat on a chair, holding a porcelain cup without coffee in his hand. His eyes closed together, and sometimes opened a slit, as if struggling with sleepiness.

That's what Bruce saw when he came back.

Inexplicably, a warm current flowed from the bottom of my heart. Even my anger was much calmer. I picked up a thin blanket and gently covered the old man. Then I crept to the table and took out the folder to browse one by one.

"Don't tell me when you come back."

"Go and have a rest. I'm enough here."

Alfred shakes his head, pours a cup of hot coffee and puts it on the table. He picks up the documents on it, reads them, and picks up some more,

"drugs, arms, black money!"

"Blackmail, blackmail, murder!"

"Offering bribes, accepting bribes, improper operation!"

Alfred rubbed his brows. "Master Wayne, can you tell me where these documents came from?"

"In Dominic Sidney's study." Bruce integrated the information on the file into the computer and said without looking back,

the old man exclaimed,

"what a terrible Falcone family, almost dancing with the dark."

"What are you going to do next?"

Bruce stopped and stared ahead for a while,"I'm going to make three copies of these documents and send them to the federal court, the White House and the FBI." Then he looked up at the old man and said, "what do you think?"

Alfred was silent.

Bruce sneered at himself. "You don't think it's right. This document not only involves Gotham's senior management, but also includes the two party leaders and White House executives, as well as the FBI."

"It's a huge net of power, intertwined, ring by ring. No one has the courage to bring it up, because it's too big, and it's connected with the waters."

Alfred shrugged and half joked, "maybe you should put it on the head of the president's bed."

Bruce replied mercilessly, "and the next second it's going to be toilet paper."

The air immediately became awkward.

Alfred wanted to enliven the atmosphere, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this. Seeing a document being entered into the computer, he couldn't help saying,

"master Wayne, don't be carried away by anger."

"I'm not angry. I'm clear, quick thinking, clear headed."

Alfred said quietly, "there are many criminals in Gotham, but there are more good citizens. They all have their own lives."

Bruce sneered, "yes! Blinded life! Controlled life! A life dominated by crime and fear. "

Alfred was speechless. Instinctively, he felt that it was not good to do this, and that it would lead to terrible things. "I think you should lie in bed and sleep, and then think about how to do it."

Bruce turned his head and showed his bloodshot eyes,

"do you think I'm not cool enough now?"

Alfred: --

Well, you're calm.

Perhaps he realized something. Bruce calmed down and forced himself to calm down.

"I do have some impulses, but this is the only way I can think of. Gotham's police, prosecutors, lawyers and the president of the court are all his people. The law is no longer in use. It can only be solved by means other than the law."

"Have you ever thought about the consequences of sending out these things?"

Bruce pulled out a smile, barely like a punch press,

"I've thought about it, and I'm ready for it all."